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o mi gosh..i luv their voices..dey not that cute though

what u mean?

tpbm is whatnot

when am sad and moody i dress baggy..wit a hat that covers my face

life has thought me that there is nothing u can do, its not everyone that is going to like u

there are friends and enemies

life taught me u cant have everything u want

dats de spirit Nddy..

she gon write a song about it..jeez de news is all ova the world

Seun:
Sorry. Britney Spears is great, no doubt. she's the all time most popular Internet search term and celebrity!

sarcastic

so yesterday by hilary duff

salsa

i am?..

tpbm is a lady

thanks guyz..i had a gud time..laughin at people..sum people fell of..some were sweating like mad..

c'mon Seun, don't be mean to the baby mama.

Oh Baby Baby..Its a Boy

Anyone heard? Britney is a baby mama, hihihi

Pop princess Britney Spears has been getting her first taste of motherhood after giving birth to a baby boy. Britney, 23, and husband Kevin Federline, 27, shared the news with fans on [url=http://
www.britneyspears.com]her website[/url]. London Preston or Preston Michael are hot tips for the child's name, but the proud parents are not giving away any clues.

"We are ecstatic to announce the birth of our son!'' they said. "Everyone is happy, healthy and doing wonderful. Thank you all for your love and well wishes!! Love Britney & Kevin.'' A picture shows the couple kissing in front of a sign declaring "It's a boy!'' with blue balloons in the background.

http://edition.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Music/09/15/britney.baby/

K..am keeping the name in case hes here

Gina Gina Gina..o mi gosh i dunno wat to say..after all these years ..u look amazing..

De-king..am pushing u right now..put de ring on her finger

Gina and Kingy
sitting in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
first come marriage
second comes kingsly junior..
o mi gosh..dey look cute together

am de flower gurl..hehihihi

nah

not Kayode..its like english name..seriously..dere is a designer wit de nike pict..and dey wrote Nigeria

lol..hes not a desinger i mean his backpack has a designer saying Nigeria on it..i shortened it to KK..not giving out his name..my bus is not here until..8am, 815 and 8.30

ok..mamis

ok mami..my pc was taken out because it had virus..aparently..my excite mail has been crashed..i gat an acer laptop £399.95..and i couldnt use it anymore because my back was cramped..so i used it to type my courseowrk..couldnt go on internet because i knew i was going to be spending a long time on it..anyways sha..i spent most of my times wit de hot guy..KK..we talked a lil bit..told me bout himself..i didnt kno we hav a designer in nigeria..o wel..

just been busy..had fun..fun..o mi gosh..i dissed Hazlewood..hehehehehe..his friends call him Gaza..so i was hanging out wit his friends..and they were like Gaza..come here..am like what a stoopid name..he heard and i was laughin my as$ out..he kept looking at me in the bus and i was completely freaked out..my friend was like wooooohhhhhh ..haha

my day was fun..i can't talk about everything now because its 6.30am..and i gatta be ready 4 school..

bye guyz

oh i hate him now..hes  a b!tch...arghhhhhh..my friend knos i do..God!...she studies me even dan my mama..wen am denying summin..she knows.. she says my eyes change positions or summin

she looks straight into my eyes..and say wtf..Demi ur denying this  

yea rite...

o wel..

L.O.L..ok
hes cute..he left for nigeria in July..and hes hot hot hot..but hes in yr 8 and am in yr 10..i cant hook up wt de hot thang cos den the yr 8 gurls will slit my throat

thanks Vexxy..

warning to evry1..dont u even think about trying it

Yes, I love Stacey Keibler Long legs, woah! (don't call me a lesbian)

Anyone like Christy Hemme? Shes a social butterfly; I love her.

I used to like Lita but she turned into a LovePeddler - shes selling her [sexual favors] to everyone.

I like trish too. She's a Canadian

nah..not much nigerians..too much blacks

yea..apart from me..lord hes hot

Hey Guyz,
Updates Time..

boo yea!..i finished my first piece of coursework for GCSEsout of 7..

ok..i done it...but i need your opinions..gimme a grade from A* to U..

NB..no white people were harmed in the making

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Demilade Abidogun 10p.

First Visit To United Kingdom.

Usually I was the hungriest girl in the world but today, I didn’t feel like eating at all.
“Make sure you finish eating that Hun”, my mum shouted from her room, she was dressing up.
“No, it makes me sick”, I shouted back with a sick look on my face.

I was excited, many thoughts flashed across my mind, my first visit to the UK; I started daydreaming about it two weeks ago; the fabulous scenery, the cool weather, the interesting people; it was going to be an unforgettable visit.
We packed our bags and loaded the car, it was about 20 boxes; packed in big bulks. Off we went to Muritala Mohammed airport, the day was here, and I was travelling in an aeroplane for the first time in my entire life.

“Stay close baby, make sure you don’t get lost”, my dad told me.
“Um..Ok”, I replied. Typical dad! He was too overprotective; 50-year-old man, he looked about 35, I love going on piggy back rides with him, whenever he calls me his ‘Little Baby’, I can feel this spark in his eyes as if its saying ‘I love you, I don’t want to loose you’.

Anyways, I started checking out the people arriving; they were all beaming with smiles while their families came to welcome them home; how sweet!
“Flight going to Heathrow on platform 13 please” the tannoy boomed.

It was time.

Our tickets were checked and we were in, we entered the huge 10 metered flying aeroplane, I felt wonderful; there were bright lights, comfortable seats, clean tables where a baby could be delivered, everything looked sparkling.

People entered from different corners, looking relaxed and happy, I felt fulfilled. The plane took of, it travelled a few miles on the floor, and the big wheels were moving like a motorcycle going at a high speed.
The flight lasted for 8hours, it was interesting I looked outside; it was dark, the view was amazing, everything looked tiny, I was amazed, little lights were on the angle of depression. I ate for a while then fell asleep.

At last, we got to Heathrow airport, it looked beautiful and gigantic; people had sign boards with their relative’s name written on them, people were finding their people, it was crowded. I looked up, everyone was wearing big coats and hats; wait a minute, in fact they looked a lot different, they had bigger noses that I had, their skin colour was yellowish or lets just say orangish, everyone was minding their own business, I stared at them; these people were really interesting. I looked over to this boy, he was about 7 years of age, he had a brown rod in his mouth, and I wondered how that got there.
I looked to my left, I couldn’t believe my eyes; I was all alone, I looked to my back and then to the left, my family were nowhere to be found.

I had a sick feeling.

My stomach suddenly tightened, the fear settled on my face, I could feel the spooky breeze blowing towards me, just like in the movies. My mouth was muttering something I couldn’t figure out, I felt like a thousand eyeballs were staring at me.
I started walking upwards trying to see maybe they just walked ahead a few feets ahead of me. I kept walking; it felt like forever; as if I had been walking for 20 kilometres, I couldn’t find them.

Was this a dream? Was this my fate? Was I going to return to Nigeria alone? Was my dream of becoming Britney Spears shattered? Can I ever survive alone? Would I be able to see the Eiffel tower? These were the questions I was asking myself.

“Excuse me kid, can I help you?” a voice woke me from my imagination dream, I looked up; I saw a policeman, he was a tall man with a sense of power in him, to me he looked like a professional wrestler; he looked about 30 years of age and had a huge head.
“Erm.. I cant find my family,” I croaked with fear in my eyes, he could see I was terrified.
“Don’t worry l’il mama, you’ll be okay,” he said calmly.
“Yes Mister” I replied back sulkily.

It was killing me, I could never be okay, and it has happened, my life was crumbling in my sight, it hurts. Its Shocking I say shocking!
The tall man held my hand, guiding me across the airport; looking around like a thief who was about to nick a cookie.

“We have been looking all over for you” I heard a voice behind me, I and the policeman turned around and I saw my mum with this frown on her face; my stomach lightened a little bit, I was happy. My eyes lightened up, she didn’t spank me phew! There was this voice in my head saying ‘Yay! I will not live alone”. I went home with mum, dad, my brother and my sister; smiling all the way home, my stomach was much lighter, I felt like dancing around in a circle singing ‘hallelujah’.

My first visit was adventurous in many ways; first I left home feeling nervous on an empty stomach, got lost in Heathrow, got found and back home in the UK. This was an unforgettable event.

When I got home I was hungry like a lion who needed lunch, my stomach lurched, I felt like eating a whole horse; I should have listened to mum and finished my breakfast.

Humph!